I came home to Barnwell yesterday...and I brought my appetite! We had a dinner at our house today with my Mom's family and then tomorrow we go to my aunt's (next door) with my Dad's side. Mmmm, I love turkey..my sister named today's Rodger, and he was delicious! I think as time passes I appreciate all of our traditions more and more. I've realized that things don't stay the same for long. I know that my sisters and I won't always be together to set the table and make the gravy. My Grandma will not always be there to make us go around the table and say what we are thankful for, and hopefully one day my Dad won't be able to take me down in a football game.
I am so thankful for my family. I know that they will always be there to support and encourage me in everything I do. They always have. When I was driving up to the house yesterday I could see my Dad working outside and as I got closer I could see my Mom and a couple of my sisters inside...I hadn't been home for a few weeks, there really is no other feeling that can compare, it felt so good to just be home. It really is a refuge from the rest of the world..sometimes I feel like it is the one place I can really take a deep breath. Whether we are just sitting, or talking, or playing, or laughing (usually so hard at least one of us is in tears) life just seems to slow down and I just try to soak it all in.
I love my family.
